neyronrose (neyronrose) wrote,
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real life -- the getting out of the house part

First I needed to get gas, as the car's gas tank was just about empty.  Then I went to a shopping center that has a dollar store and a liquor store, and put a call in to Mom to see if she had any requests.  She didn't answer the first time I called, but I got her a bag of cotton balls at the dollar store.  She really likes the ones they have there, the triple-sized ones.  I got a fairy wand glowstick.

I finally got a hold of her when I was in the liquor store.  She wanted her usual golden sherry.  I got a bottle of French vanilla kahlua, since the bottle we had was nearly empty.  H. texted to ask if I could pick her up at 4:30.  I said, "I'm in [borough]."  She needed a little time after work before she went out again, so I headed to the big shopping strip area.

I went to Party City and got more glowsticks.  Now that I don't officially need them, I wanted to get some anyway.  I don't know.  I went to the grocery store, then drove to the township building to pick up a recycling bin and some stickers saying "Paper Recycling."  I've been recycling four to eight bags of paper at a time with the room cleanup.

I went to pick up H.  I pulled up in front of her dorm, and put my four-way flashers on.  A van pulled up behind me and shone a white light.  I pulled up further.  It pulled up further.  I supposed it was the campus equivalent of mall cops.  H. had said she'd be right out.  As she got in the car, the campus security came up to my window.  "I'm moving now!" I said.  He got behind the car to take my license plate number.  I rolled the window down.  "I'm moving now," I said again.

He came up and said that I'd ignored the shining white light and him motioning from the van.  Like I could see in the van when he was shining the light.  "You can't park where there are white lines, or by a fire hydrant," he lectured.  "You didn't even want to talk to me.  I'm giving you a ticket."

"I wasn't parking, just waiting for a minute."

"I won't give you a ticket this time," he said, and lectured me some more.  When he was done his lecture, I pulled away from there.  You'd think I'd be a law-abiding citizen, but not particularly when it comes to parking on that campus.  It's not like I was leaving the car there, and I certainly would have moved it if a fire truck had come along.  If I'd left the spot in front of the dorm, I would have had to go in a big circle around the block on all one-way streets.  I was there in front of the dorm for several more minutes since the mall cop felt the need to give me that lecture.

H. and I got to the bookstore all right.  She said she'd worked 8 to 3:30, and was just in a wandering mood.  I said I might just stay by the woodstove and pet the bookstore cats for a while.  A lady who worked there (part of the family, perhaps?) said they'd just gotten a puppy, and that we could see the puppy.  She was the same lady who'd told me about her leg and ankle being fractured in several places, and offered to spot me on the stairs when I'd come in a few months ago.  She took us to see the puppy, which was a ten-week-old Jack Russell terrier, and awfully cute.  Wiggly, but adorable.

I ventured up the stairs to the second floor, and poked around, and eventually up to the third floor.  I'm still rather reluctant to get too many books myself, since I'm supposed to be giving most away, but they had six or eight taxidermy books.  I got one called Taxidermy Guide: The Complete Illustrated Guide to Home Taxidermy by Russell Tinsley.  I think I'd gotten it from the county library system before.  I got into taxidermy books when Jordan did all those LJ posts about researching Sleepwalker.

I looked at the gardening books again, but they had pretty much the same books they'd had last week, none from the late nineteenth or early twentieth century about roses or other flowers this visit.  I looked at children's book series.  I figured I'd look up some of the old ones and see if they were in Google e-books for free, but I didn't write them down.  Next time.  I enjoyed Army Boys in France, while recognizing the blatant pro-American propaganda, even jingoism.  The references to "the Hun" seem rather quaint these days.

H. found me.  I went to pay for my taxidermy book, and the lady said they were just about to close.  I'd completely lost track of time.  We must have spent close to an hour in that old bookstore.  I found H., and we headed back to [university].  H. was going to take a nap, then go out again.  I got home just as Dad was getting home, very convenient for me as I told him he could carry in the recycling bin and the liquor.

My Friday night "party" plans include editing, maybe a little proofreading, and watching Alles was zahlt.  I think I mentioned that we're supposed to get another inch of ice tomorrow, so my exciting Saturday plans will probably involve more editing.  If it's decent out Sunday, I'll probably go to Longwood Gardens.  H. said she'd been invited to several Super Bowl parties.  I had been ignoring football so determinedly I didn't even know it was this Sunday.  Well, I expect Longwood Gardens would be pretty quiet then, aside from maybe some international tourists.


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